A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
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"Tell your girlfriend what you've done," Parvati hissed, her fingernails digging into Ron's wrist. "Tell her what you and Lavender were doing in the south tower. I know because she told me everything, she always has, Ron."
Ron yelped, trying to pull his arm free from Parvati's grip. She only tightened it, her sharp nails nearly piercing his freckled pale flesh. He looked up at her, at the fury sparkling in her dark eyes.
"I'm not telling Hermione anything. She's a prude," he snarled. Parvati's body seemed to shake with rage at hearing Hermione's name slandered.
"You will, you will her exactly what you've been doing because if you don't, I will make sure she knows,and I will make sure Lavender knows you're only using her for one thing. You are just using her, aren't you?" she asked, releasing his arm a bit. He pulled it back, looking at the crescent shaped indents.
"No! I love her."
"Then tell Hermione the truth, that you don't love her, that you love Lavender. Lavender likes you too, by the way."
"I can't, it'll break her heart. She'll start crying and throwing things and she might hex me! Or she'll have Ginny hex me!"
"Do it. Break her heart, let me pick of the pieces and don't ever, ever hurt her again," Parvati snarled, rising to her feet, her wand between her slender fingers. "Or her hexing you will be the least of your concerns," she added, giving Ron a look that made him freeze in fear. He managed to nod and Parvati let him scamper past her. She'd give him a week. A week to tell Hermione the truth, that he was with Lavender, that he didn't love her. If he didn't, well, she'd make sure Hermione knew the truth, one way or another. She wasn't going to let Ron keep stringing the girl she loved along like she was some toy he could play with whenever he felt like it.